Post by Alexa Black on Jul 5, 2017 7:19:48 GMT -5
A weary but enraged Alexa rushes backstage after her match to the sounds of hustle and bustle backstage as people rush to and fro making sure that Trauma is airing and that everything is running right on schedule as it should. Black shirt security see her coming and standby just incase anything should kick off and knowing her as well as they do they know nothing isn't a possibility.
Her normally strong walk is hampered somewhat by the fact that her right knee is swollen and throbbing like a motherfucker thanks to Grimm and his trusty shovel. She steadies herself enough after each step so she doesn't loose her balance and makes her way down the maze of corridors that make up the bowels of the PCW arena.
"IF I FIND THAT GINGER BEARDED HILLBILLY CUNT IM GONNA SHOVE THAT SHOVEL SO FAR UP HIS ASS HE'S GOING TO BE ABLE TO PLANT WITH HIS MOUTH!"
This is screamed loud enough that a group of mothers have to quickly cover their kids ears before walking away with disapproving and angry looks shot in her direction.
The security team don't say anything to this direct threat as they know it has little chance of happening but find it amusing that she would dare to say such a thing, and especially to the Hangtown Horror himself.
She continues on limping down the brightly lit halls ignoring everyone she sees on the way. Coming to s halt near a door with her name on it she pushes it open and steps into the room before slamming it shut behind her with an almighty BANG! startling people near by. She staggers over and slumps down in her chair utterly exhausted.
Her eyes droop and close her head lols to the side and a barrage of loud snores puncture the silence as she falls fast asleep not realising that this is what they've been waiting for.
Images flash through Alexa's mind in a blur images of cold steel and bright lights in an unknown place that though she can't remember it seems all to familiar to her. The image comes back into focus again and this time two distinct voices can be heard one rough and scratchy and the other high and cold like ice.
Voice 1: I can't believe it. It's her...
You've actually found her and brought her back to us. We all thought she was lost forever.
This was the jewel in our collection. She's the only thing that had ever been successful at every single thing we've assigned to her.
She was unstoppable. She was the perfect killing machine. Unfortunately she was a little too good and once she knew she didn't need us anymore she was too dangerous. We tried to bring her down by getting a hit taken out but after a dozen attempts and her killing every one of the assassins it seemed like there was nothing we could do.
The second voice speaks in a tone deep and rich but without any hint of emotion.
That is true. She was indeed the killing machine that we wanted. But we were idiots for believing we could control her. There was just no way. So that is when we decided to take a different approach to the situation. We used a powerful but untested sedative and shot her with it. It bought her down and then we threw her in Coalinga. There she stayed until she busted out and got a job with a wrestling company.Her memory at the time was poor and she had no idea of her past.
The room fades in and Alexa sees that she is strapped down to a cold stainless steel table and unable to move at all. She stares up at her captors with a hateful glare. She tries once more to free herself but can't. The walls of the room are painted off white and there are benches and a large laboratory that sits to the side. The floor is tiled green and white with chips and scrapes from years of use.
"Look at her Hastings... if she were free we would both be dead within a minute. Those straps are the only thing keeping us alive"
Hastings a fat balding man with a broom moustache nods. His glasses slide down his nose but they quickly get pushed back up before he moves over to her and speaks in a firm tone
"Hello Alexandra, it's been a long time do you remember me? It's been 15 years but I remember you. Yes you were my favourite. I raised you and taught you everything you know and then you turned on me. But this time we're not going to loose you again."
He wonders around to her head as taps it with his finger. There is a lump and a bright red mark where the tip of his fat finger rests.
"This is a compliance chip. If you do not do as you are told the chip will shock you if you continue release a lethal toxin that will kill you. You will not be running riot as you have in the past. And to make sure we have assigned a handler to accompany you while you work in PCW. He will make contact soon."
"Who the fuck are you people?"
Alexa spits the words with venom in the direction of the second man who looks at her and says simply
"We are a black ops division that not even the president knows about. The CIA FBI NSA ATF and Department Of Home Security formed an strategic partnership to do all the things that need to be done without interference.
And that's where you come in. We've been getting reports of a lot of unusual happenings and dangerous individuals within PCW.
Your going to go in and report back to us about what's going on."
Alexa considers this momentarily then says
"Well I don't much have a choice do I?" Fine fuck it. If you want to know you'll get your report. But I'm warning you if I find a way to get rid of the chip then I'm coming for you"
"I would expect nothing else."
The memory fades to black and the world comes back into view as Alexa finds herself once again in her chair in her dressing room.
"Fuck me... I can't fucking believe it. The one thing I hated more than anything is back in my life.. working for Uncle Sam. Well I don't have a choice. But something I do have a choice in is kicking the shit out of my opponents this week on Trauma .
She reaches for a book on a nearby shelf and opens it to a bookmarked page before reading it aloud
“Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to show when you are there.”
“Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair
-can ne'er come down again."
Last week you and I stepped into that ring and we only got a slight measure of what the other is truly capable of Alyce
You are a brash but talented newcomer who it seems can back up your mouth with skill in the ring.
And had Grimm not saved your ass I would have beaten you without a doubt. He did what I would have done had the situation been reversed. A win by any means but a hollow win.
This week you and I will meet again and this time just as before it will be a tag team match. This time you have a 7"1 365 lb monster to back you up. I bet your feeling pretty cocky aren't you?
WELL DON'T BE.
Are you sure you can trust him? He doesn't seem like the type to work well with others.
Oh well.
And as for your aforementioned partner I can tell you this. I fear nothing and no one. I've seen the darkest depths of hell and known unending torment at her hands.
I will take you down just like everyone else. The adage is true the bigger they are the harder they fall."
She continues reading
“I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the Spider to the Fly.
“There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!”
“Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!”
She slams the book shut and laughs evilly as the camera goes to black
Her normally strong walk is hampered somewhat by the fact that her right knee is swollen and throbbing like a motherfucker thanks to Grimm and his trusty shovel. She steadies herself enough after each step so she doesn't loose her balance and makes her way down the maze of corridors that make up the bowels of the PCW arena.
"IF I FIND THAT GINGER BEARDED HILLBILLY CUNT IM GONNA SHOVE THAT SHOVEL SO FAR UP HIS ASS HE'S GOING TO BE ABLE TO PLANT WITH HIS MOUTH!"
This is screamed loud enough that a group of mothers have to quickly cover their kids ears before walking away with disapproving and angry looks shot in her direction.
The security team don't say anything to this direct threat as they know it has little chance of happening but find it amusing that she would dare to say such a thing, and especially to the Hangtown Horror himself.
She continues on limping down the brightly lit halls ignoring everyone she sees on the way. Coming to s halt near a door with her name on it she pushes it open and steps into the room before slamming it shut behind her with an almighty BANG! startling people near by. She staggers over and slumps down in her chair utterly exhausted.
Her eyes droop and close her head lols to the side and a barrage of loud snores puncture the silence as she falls fast asleep not realising that this is what they've been waiting for.
Images flash through Alexa's mind in a blur images of cold steel and bright lights in an unknown place that though she can't remember it seems all to familiar to her. The image comes back into focus again and this time two distinct voices can be heard one rough and scratchy and the other high and cold like ice.
Voice 1: I can't believe it. It's her...
You've actually found her and brought her back to us. We all thought she was lost forever.
This was the jewel in our collection. She's the only thing that had ever been successful at every single thing we've assigned to her.
She was unstoppable. She was the perfect killing machine. Unfortunately she was a little too good and once she knew she didn't need us anymore she was too dangerous. We tried to bring her down by getting a hit taken out but after a dozen attempts and her killing every one of the assassins it seemed like there was nothing we could do.
The second voice speaks in a tone deep and rich but without any hint of emotion.
That is true. She was indeed the killing machine that we wanted. But we were idiots for believing we could control her. There was just no way. So that is when we decided to take a different approach to the situation. We used a powerful but untested sedative and shot her with it. It bought her down and then we threw her in Coalinga. There she stayed until she busted out and got a job with a wrestling company.Her memory at the time was poor and she had no idea of her past.
The room fades in and Alexa sees that she is strapped down to a cold stainless steel table and unable to move at all. She stares up at her captors with a hateful glare. She tries once more to free herself but can't. The walls of the room are painted off white and there are benches and a large laboratory that sits to the side. The floor is tiled green and white with chips and scrapes from years of use.
"Look at her Hastings... if she were free we would both be dead within a minute. Those straps are the only thing keeping us alive"
Hastings a fat balding man with a broom moustache nods. His glasses slide down his nose but they quickly get pushed back up before he moves over to her and speaks in a firm tone
"Hello Alexandra, it's been a long time do you remember me? It's been 15 years but I remember you. Yes you were my favourite. I raised you and taught you everything you know and then you turned on me. But this time we're not going to loose you again."
He wonders around to her head as taps it with his finger. There is a lump and a bright red mark where the tip of his fat finger rests.
"This is a compliance chip. If you do not do as you are told the chip will shock you if you continue release a lethal toxin that will kill you. You will not be running riot as you have in the past. And to make sure we have assigned a handler to accompany you while you work in PCW. He will make contact soon."
"Who the fuck are you people?"
Alexa spits the words with venom in the direction of the second man who looks at her and says simply
"We are a black ops division that not even the president knows about. The CIA FBI NSA ATF and Department Of Home Security formed an strategic partnership to do all the things that need to be done without interference.
And that's where you come in. We've been getting reports of a lot of unusual happenings and dangerous individuals within PCW.
Your going to go in and report back to us about what's going on."
Alexa considers this momentarily then says
"Well I don't much have a choice do I?" Fine fuck it. If you want to know you'll get your report. But I'm warning you if I find a way to get rid of the chip then I'm coming for you"
"I would expect nothing else."
The memory fades to black and the world comes back into view as Alexa finds herself once again in her chair in her dressing room.
"Fuck me... I can't fucking believe it. The one thing I hated more than anything is back in my life.. working for Uncle Sam. Well I don't have a choice. But something I do have a choice in is kicking the shit out of my opponents this week on Trauma .
She reaches for a book on a nearby shelf and opens it to a bookmarked page before reading it aloud
“Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to show when you are there.”
“Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair
-can ne'er come down again."
Last week you and I stepped into that ring and we only got a slight measure of what the other is truly capable of Alyce
You are a brash but talented newcomer who it seems can back up your mouth with skill in the ring.
And had Grimm not saved your ass I would have beaten you without a doubt. He did what I would have done had the situation been reversed. A win by any means but a hollow win.
This week you and I will meet again and this time just as before it will be a tag team match. This time you have a 7"1 365 lb monster to back you up. I bet your feeling pretty cocky aren't you?
WELL DON'T BE.
Are you sure you can trust him? He doesn't seem like the type to work well with others.
Oh well.
And as for your aforementioned partner I can tell you this. I fear nothing and no one. I've seen the darkest depths of hell and known unending torment at her hands.
I will take you down just like everyone else. The adage is true the bigger they are the harder they fall."
She continues reading
“I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?” said the Spider to the Fly.
“There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!”
“Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!”
She slams the book shut and laughs evilly as the camera goes to black
